Fang Ni died once.
In the winter when I died at the age of twenty-seven, the heating in the rental house was turned off for three days. The last message on the phone was from Assistant Feng Tingyu: "It is recommended that you stop speaking to the outside world."
She didn't speak out. Someone else spoke up for her. He Huai and his wife bought a marketing account and made a nine-image version of their medical records on Weibo: "A certain woman named Fang once threatened a core executive of the Feng Group with pregnancy. After being rejected, she spread rumors and caused trouble."
She was ruined, poor and sick, and died in a corner where no one knew.
Then she woke up.
The seventeen-year-old mattress was so soft that half of "Introduction to Art History" was spread out on the desk. Stuffed in the drawer was a pink envelope from Zhou Qingyi asking her to go to the bar. In the kitchen downstairs, Gu Yun was frying fried dough sticks and humming old songs off-key.
Nothing has happened yet.
In this life, Fang Ni does not intend to make the same mistake again. Don't regard Feng Tingyu's casual attention as a preference, don't regard Zhou Qingyi's sweet words as friendship, don't let the He Huai couple's web entangle you, and don't sacrifice yourself for anyone's "overall situation".
She only wants to do one thing: live her life well.
Tear up the invitations, quit the bad circles, take the certificates you should take, and earn the money you should earn. Mom Gu Yun hasn't been caught up in Zhou Peilan's investment scam yet, she has to stop her. The dandelion bookmark drawn by her sister Su Qinghe was torn into pieces by her in her last life, so she will keep it well in this life.
As for Feng Tingyu, the man who got her pregnant and had her aborted in her previous life, and finally watched her being destroyed in silence, she would stay away from him.
But Feng Tingyu didn't seem to think so. He looked at her, his eyes changing from prejudice to curiosity, from curiosity to appreciation, and finally to a restrained and careful concern.
Fang Ni didn't answer.
She rode the light blue bicycle and walked forward alone. It doesn't matter where the wind blows, it's up to her to decide where it lands.
The dandelion decides where to fall. In this life, she has the final say.
One sentence selling point: After being reborn, I don't fall in love or rely on men, so I raised myself again.
Intention: Don't bet on luck, don't bet on people's hearts, just bet on yourself.